Whenever Challenged
Are they out of touch?
Not really.
When have you known ego maniacs,
Not willing to massage themselves?
And if they can afford to do it publicly,
They will throw in a few dollars...
Just to prove they have one concern.
And that has nothing to do with other people.
Or the faking of a sincerity that is quickly erased.
And whenever challenged they will place a bet,
With a vying to get attention and doing that at their best.
Just to make it known and clear what they enjoy caressing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Non-threatening to perceptions accepted,
Are those most likely...
The recipients of positive attention given.
These are days of crazed mentalities.
And those attempting to solidify their agenda...
Can not afford too much truth to slip and confuse.
A wholesomeness projected is the expectation.
Although observations,
Witness those challenged by such a kept mindset.
Rapidly are the lifestyles changing.
Everyday someone new is claimed to be the blame.
Someone who dared to represent leadership.
Someone who appears approachable...
And doesn't mind it one bit being publicly screwed.
Or being paid generously to be called an idiot....
And defamed for principles said to be those of a fool.
Non-threatening to perceptions accepted,
Are those most likely...
The recipients of positive attention given.
But not when it is conducive to point fingers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give The Radio Back
Hey teacher, what are you trying to do?
I'm getting tired of livin' in this zoo
You slap me in the face and you knock me down
You beat my head right in to the ground
I've never felt this way before
I can't take it no more
So give the radio back
Yeah, give the radio back
Give the radio back to the maniacs
Well, there's a party going on outside
All my friends got ya terrified
Don't call no cops or the state police
Don't break up this blown out symphony
You think I'm wasting all my precious time
You say my music oughta be a crime
Well, give the radio back
Give the radio back
Yeah, give the radio back to the maniacs
To the maniacs
I never ever felt this way before
Ain't gonna take it no more
Yeah, give the radio
Give the radio back
Give the radio back to the maniacs
To the maniacs
Yeah, give the radio to the maniacs
Give the radio to the maniacs
Give it, give it, give the radio
To the maniacs
The little maniacs, you're all maniacs
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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I tried to sum........
I tried to sum up the day
Could not think the way
Was it so gainful with joy?
Did I pass it and fully enjoy?
It was normal and casual
Activities so so and as usual
Same way of fooling around
Always new search and catch found
I take so much pride
Emotions and plan always hide
Boosting as if jump and can ride
Always secretive and matters confide
Nothing that I pursue and do different
Intentions may look honest and apparent
Even I may not spare own parent
I take it as new and fresh event
I do it with cleaver move
Any dangers easily remove
Capabilities day by day improve
Nothing to hide and nothing to prove
You may disapprove and hate
I can’t afford to be looser and late
Got to go along with the show
Whole might or weight has to throw
It may not prove difficult either
Storm may come and wither
I shall stand as lone winner
Though conscious may bite from inner
No words can exert the influence
Surely to have no road blocks hence
Success may touch the highest peak
May be considered strong and not merely a weak
I may not worry about another world
Showing indifference with lukewarm and cold
All my initiatives will be clear and bold
Complete sway with control and hold
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The people in charge, globally, are maniacs. They are maniacs, and unless we do something about it these people are going to deprive us of a future.
quote by Thom Yorke
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Choices!
Handmade Swiss watch may show the same time,
As the mass produced watches holding cheap chips,
But the former may run to last for generations,
The latter may collapse, but we will buy the next one.
Few people may have dollars to pay the Swiss artisans,
Many people have coins to support the cheap productions,
The pleasure of having something is invented and marketed,
When affordability is expanded, the satisfaction is unmatched.
When we can't afford the expensive, we can go for the cheap,
When we can't afford the original, we can go fo the generic,
When we can't afford a healthy life style, we can be sick,
When we can't afford a good leader, we can go for the tactful.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Kiss and make love
Touching lips like a butterfly
Gentle caress, gentle embrace
An endearment lifetime long
Brush the breast like a butterfly
Cuddle so softly with embrace
Endearment felt with a hug
Kiss and snuggle slowly done
Stroke to caress to embrace
Bear hug and brushing lips
Feel and fondle, rub hips
Graze and handle with care
Massage neck and nuzzle
Play around, squeeze, stroke
Hug and kiss, make love
Caress, curl up and enfold
Fondle, huddle and hug
Kiss with love and nestle
Nuzzle snug and soft to touch
Stroking, tasting, touching
Shy away for a moment
Feeling, caressing, fondling
Come together and massage
Brush and caress, collision
Cuddling with a loving touch
poem by Char Pattrick
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The Evil Shadow
Why is that shadow hanging over me
It does reminds me of the pain I had
I can't forget all these bad years
When I was sent down to Hell
I was punished all the time
No one didn't realize
I do not belong here with the maniacs
I should be in Heaven where the angels are
But now when I am here I will kill them all
And make the Evil disappear
I will make sure that they suffer
And leave all the pain that I have seen through
Now when It's done I will leave this place
And try to forget what they have done
I was punished all the time
No one didn't realize
I do not belong here with the maniacs
I should be in Heaven where the angels are
But now when I am here I will kill them all
And make the Evil disappear
Now I can see who the shadow is
It is the leader himself
I picked up my gun and I smashed his brain
Hope that will clear up my mind
I was punished all the time
No one didn't realize
I do not belong here with the maniacs
I should be in Heaven where the angels are
But now when I am here I will kill them all
And make the Evil disappear
song performed by by Zonata
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The Games That We Play
Far too quickly we are bored
when some people try to draw attention
in the games that we daily play.
Far too quickly we are bored
and divided among ourselves
by every gossiper.
Far too quickly we are bored
when some people try to draw attention.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Ideal couple
Am I ready to leave?
Can I not believe?
Who can help me to be relieved?
Why do I stand as connived?
It all started with fun fare
I was ready to lead here anywhere
I chose her to be my better half
Was that joke or simple laugh?
I did what I was supposed to
I expected her to fall through
We were to be one in all our drive
We were to make it heaven and live
I swore in the name of God
With all sincerity and high hopes rode
Let destiny prove my sincerity
Life was to be made of good quality’
No one may notice what we achieved?
They will only observe how much we missed?
It is altogether not our concern to think
We may vow to swim together and sink
I shall worry about better tomorrow
Fall in line with and good steps to allow
Hand in hand with confidence to walk along
Not to find faults even if one is wrong
Strive very hard to reach out for each other
Taking all steps for storms to wither
Bridging gap and creating confidence
Clear lines with drawing inference
We may come to be known as ideal pair
Not playing only music around the chair
Something more to make it worthy and worthwhile
Continue to look for good and live in peace meanwhile
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Shades of Gray
She’s smart, she reads
listens to Bach and Debussy
she’s beautiful
but she’s obscene
got a circle of friends
who care, can draw and blend
well with graphite
pencil
But no matter the circumstances
no matter the enhancements
her life makes
she lets herself be selfish
feel a little worthless
cause she knows one day she’ll end,
cause she knows nothing lasts forever
that’s aside the point
It is what it is, and it is
that she’s not what she seems
she seems to think of she in vain-seeming
ways, seen in the mirror
as ragged seams
made to look pretty, glittery,
faking it all in glory
(or maybe faking the faking,
being
fake times two, three, for attention?)
she’s seen but greedy
and needs more.
Maybe she’s in love
with depression,
self-infliction,
too confused to see the infection
gnawing at her without detection
just causing
her to make no sense at all
poem by Shelby Barker
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This Maniacs In Love With You
I used to be so in control
But reality is losing its hold
Now I dont know where to begin
Just look at the state that Im in
My mind is in total decay
Im coming to take you away
Theres nothing more that I can
Do
This maniacs in love with you
Your biggest fear has just come
True
This maniacs in love with you
This maniacs in love with you
This maniac, this maniac
My heart has been strapped in a
Straight jacket love
The therapy boys say it fits like a
Glove
Im crossing the line in my brain
The line between pleasure and
Pain
It takes all Ive got to survive
This madness will eat me alive
Theres nothing more that I can
Do
This maniacs in love with you
Your biggest fear has just come
True
This maniacs in love with you
Theres nothing more that I can
Do
This maniacs in love with you
Im all locked up inside of you
This maniac, this maniac
I just dont know where to begin
Just look at the state that Im in
My mind is total decay
Im coming to take you away
Theres nothing more that you can
Do
This maniacs in love with you
Your biggest fear has just come
True
This maniacs in love with you
Theres nothing more that you can
Do
This maniacs in love with you
Your biggest fear has just come
True
This maniac, this maniac
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Deeds I Seed and Sow
We all have made our decisions.
And began taking paces,
Towards our fates.
On selected paths.
With eyes we hoped were clear.
To afford our desires,
An unregrettable pass.
Undeterred and focused.
Many wished it easy for themselves.
And followed upon a certain,
Obstacle free smooth surface.
Less bumpy of sweat and grind.
To prove those who sought to be challenged...
Would find they've been left behind.
And the ones overwhelmed,
With a process thought ridiculous...
Chose to live lives of deception and tricks.
Hoping to lick,
A system that would award them with triumph!
Quick.
To impress with appearances dressed.
And finding an acceptance,
From those addressing polished images seen.
'Be patient with yourself.
Do not look down in depression.
Or to the side for anyone else.
If your abilities merit attention...
There will be little,
From your lips you will have to mention.
Your deeds will speak,
For themselves.
Within your mind keep this repeated,
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
Within your mind keep this repeated.
Do not allow defeat be seated!
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
We all have made our decisions.
And began taking paces,
Towards our fates.
On selected paths.
With eyes we hoped were clear.
To afford our desires,
An unregrettable pass.
Undeterred and focused.
Within your mind keep this repeated.
Do not allow defeat be seated!
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When They Initiate A Tension
I had to sever my emotions,
From those I had considered 'friends'.
You know...
The ones that want to dump their stress,
On another friend's shoulders.
While a dumping done to them...
They feel a right to publicly address.
And those 'so-called' friends...
Who express to others,
Your friendship to them has been their best...
Are relunctant to express truth as it is,
When they initiate a tension not to mention...
They believe others should accept not reject.
Well...
After going through undue duress,
A decision was made to guard my peace.
And my rest.
With no regrets at all.
Acknowledging I am grateful and blessed to not be stressed.
My purpose is not to be leeched for attention.
Unless that leeching is of mutual consent.
And a sincerity that is deeply given,
Is a sincerity felt and deeply meant!
I have had the experience of being conscious,
For much too long to know when something's wrong.
'You know I could never be like that! '
Now say that again.
But this time give me eye contact.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Empower It With Concern?
When something isn't...
Why empower it with concern?
What lesson is there learned,
By choosing to discuss...
The 'what ifs'.
As if those 'what ifs' breathe and exist!
When something isn't...
Why empower it with concern?
What lesson is there learned,
By choosing to discuss...
The 'what ifs'.
As if those 'what ifs' breathe and exist!
And the next step we need to take...
Is to select someone qualified,
To monitor our decisions and babysit!
And that time spent doing this...
Has been wasted like devalued dollars,
We struggle to find ways to throw away...
Or burn.
With no regard and less concern.
And that is the headache we've lived to earn.
Too many are already confused in creating solutions.
All we need to do,
Is to commit ourselves to have nothing to do with it.
Already you look relieved!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With and Without a Show of Interest
What is it that I want from you?
Consistency!
Since I've been giving that,
For as long as I can remember.
With and without a show of interest.
Or a sign of gratitude from you.
Why am I doing this...
And at my own expense?
It is an investment of patience.
And soon,
I am going to relax and enjoy the dividends.
And while you make the same excuses,
You have chosen to do...
Consistency I wished and wanted from you,
Might take place in my memory.
But don't bet on it!
I've been too motivated to prove to myself,
All I need is discipline and focus to achieve.
And...
Well,
I was hoping you would recognize that too!
Since I only have one pair of sleeves I keep rolled up...
I'm not trying to devote my attention all over the place.
Especially if my business,
Is taking care of it!
And not in persistent excuse making.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Will It Get Better?
why do i try to prove myself to you?
everything is never what you want.
what the hell that about!
i don't know why.
but, what do i got to prove to you?
i should be trying to prove to myself,
so why am i paying attention to your comments.
it don't make sense, that i spend most of my time
thinking of them.
it just brings me down.
is that what you want?
it seem to make you happy.
does it matters what the fudge i want! ! ! ! ! !
fudge no, it never did! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
cuz to you I'm always in it for something.
did it ever occur to you i want something more.
fudge no! ! ! ! !
to you that asking on way to much.
what is it going to take?
to have back the life i had.
yet being left in with people who are never happy.
is that so much to ask?
yeah i guess it is.
I'm still stuck in a world that,
messed up and lonely.
will it ever get better.
i have no ideal.
10-14-08
poem by Mona Martinez
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They Make It Look So Easy
What it is they do,
They must really enjoy it.
They make it look so easy.
'Because something done is enjoyed,
Doesn't make it easy.
I know very few people,
Who do what they do because it is easy.
It's difficult as it is...
Getting requests from others,
Asking them to show what it is one does.
Only to be abandoned by the same folks,
Who realize paying attention is involved.
With a work ethic that is disciplined! '
I wasn't referring to you.
I was talking about them!
Keep that in mind.
'Oh...
Well,
You are right!
They must really enjoy what they do.
They make it look so easy.'
Really?
You're kidding?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chill Pill
Cool!
I'll pretend,
My pain endured...
Does not exist!
And give you 'lip',
For no apparent reason.
Cool!
You sit there and watch me twitch.
And agitate me as if...
Your aggravation without hesitation,
Excites me to do back flips!
Since you obviously wont quit...
Until my attention is yours.
Every last bit of it!
How long has it been...
When listening silenced you,
To hear a thing I say...
With a point of view,
Including empathy too?
Do you see these beads of sweat,
Dripping down my neck.
Do you connect any of this to you?
Does my snarl dropp a hint or clue?
You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
The frown I'm wearing on my face...
I'd like to remove with a smile in its place.
You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
I can tell you want to start me throwing,
A cuss word or two around.
When you are uptight,
There I am with a massage.
I know you have some tensions,
You need not mention them...
With a façade kept within.
Some days I may need that from you.
Do you ever think of me,
Other than a tool to use?
When I believe you do...
A chill pill taken,
Seems to be out of touch.
You want to incite an argument!
Loving it when it happens.
Your eyes dance with that intent.
You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
The frown I'm wearing on my face...
I'd like to remove with a smile in its place.
You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
I can tell you want to start me throwing,
A cuss word or two around.
Cool!
I'll pretend,
My pain endured...
Does not exist!
And give you 'lip',
For no apparent reason.
Cool!
You sit there and watch me twitch.
And agitate me as if...
Your aggravation without hesitation,
Excites me to do back flips!
Since you obviously wont quit...
Until my attention is yours.
Every last bit of it!
You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
The frown I'm wearing on my face...
I'd like to remove with a smile in its place.
You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
I rush to grab hold of a chill to soothe...
Yet an evilness begins to explode out of me.
And that is all you want!
Something done you have achieved.
Cool!
You sit there and watch me twitch.
Until my attention is yours.
Every last bit of it!
ARE YOU HAPPY NOW...
DAMNIT!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Embarrassments Can Be Quickly Erased
If a declaration is made,
Of having amnesia...
'After' a violent act of atrocities,
Against others have been committed...
'That' is acceptable.
In any court where laws are aborted,
Tom distort.
And if one's amnesia can be connected,
To a childhood deprived of attention given...
Senseless attacks upon others are warranted.
No matter how innocent those who are defenseless.
Or a decision one makes,
To premeditate...
A conscious doing that takes place.
'So what is it that you are saying? '
Embarrassments can be quickly erased,
Depending upon...
Who passes the judgement.
And the quality of the statements heard to be taken.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be Treated With Sincerity
Old tactics used to finesse from me,
My common sense...
With maneuvers thought to flatter,
A desperate ego.
Especially if the expectation,
Is to actually have such tactics work...
To leave me distracted to massage my own mind.
This approach some may find,
To leave them disappointed.
However...
And I'll share this with emphasis.
Since I am in the mood to confess.
If one is intending to shiver me to see goose bumps,
A simple invitation to my favorite restaurant...
Suggesting I can eat whatever I want,
And not concern myself with paying for it?
Will get me to jump through hoops and do backflips.
And those who know me intimately know the truth of this.
Don't get me wrong!
I can cook and love to do it.
But to be treated with sincerity attached?
What else could there be for me to ask for?
My needs are as basic as they come.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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